On Beaver Creek Plantation in Virginia, enslaved men and women lit the world with their craft. They were chandeliers and candlemakers, bending wax and flame into beauty even as their families were torn apart by cotton and complexion. Names were lost, traded, and miswritten—yet carried forward in whispers, muslin stitches, and the glow of memory.A century later in Bluefield, West Virginia, five-year-old Cornelia listens on the porch as her Big Mama tells the stories that refuse to b...